Inside Buddy Foster's World
This is story number five in the Christmas series. It is for Ellie and Claire.
Cinderellie and her Fairy Catmother
Once upon a time a little cat named Cinderellie lived in Clawsland. Cinderellie had no mommy and daddy and no brothers and sisters. She lived alone in a little shed behind Santa Claws’ workshop. Cinderellie ate what scraps she could find and the other kittens were not always nice to her.
“Cinderellie, your fur needs to be brushed,” they said. Or “Cinderellie, your paws are dirty.”
Cinderellie was a ginger and white cat but her fur often looked grey because she had no one to care for her. This is why she was called Cinderellie. Her fur was the colour of cinders.
Every year, before Christmas, there was a big event in Clawsland. As you know, many boys and girls want a kitten for Christmas, so Santa Claws had a big party where cats and kittens could try out for the adoption list. A lot of cats, even though they liked life in Clawsland, dreamed of being adopted by a human family. Cinderellie was one of these cats.
To try out for the adoption list, cats would wash and wash and have their fur spotless. They would trim their nails and wear a bright ribbon. They also had to show that they were good kittens and obedient kittens and playful kittens.
Cinderellie tried her best but it was hard to get her fur clean in the old shed. And she had no pretty ribbon to wear.
The day of the big party arrived. Cinderellie was very sad, and when she saw the other kittens and cats leaving for the big event she began to cry. She was outside the shed crying when suddenly she saw a beautiful cat.
“Hello,” the cat said. “My name is Clairessa. I am your fairy catmother.”
Cinderellie just starred. She did not know she had a fairy catmother but she thought it must be like a fairy godmother that some people have.
“Hello,” said Cinderellie. She continued to stare at the fairy catmother.
“I am here to prepare you for the party,” the strange cat said.
“Now, let’s get busy. Time is passing and I have a party to attend myself.”
Clairessa began washing Cinderellie with her rough tongue. First she washed her face.
“What a pretty cat you are!” she exclaimed.
Then she washed her all over. When she was finished Cinderellie was a beautiful white and ginger colour. Then Clairessa cleaned Cinderellie’s claws until they were white.
“Now your teeth,” she said. And she cleaned Cinderellie’s teeth with a big leaf.
“Just one more thing and you will be truly gorgeous.” With that she pulled a piece of ribbon from her pocket and tied it around Cinderellie’s neck.
She was beautiful!
“Now,” said Clairessa. “We need a way to get you to the party.” She twitched her nose and Santa’s second-best box appeared in front of them. She wagged her tail and last year’s eight reincats appeared, ready to pull the box.
“Just remember that I have a party to attend and I need the reincats to take me so after two hours they return to get me. You have two hours. If you are longer, your fur will return to its original form. Remember.”
“I’ll remember,” shouted Cinderellie.
Cinderellie jumped in, the reincats took off, and before she knew it she was at the party.
It was fantastic. Cats of every size and colour and pattern were there. They all wore beautiful ribbons and were all doing their best to look like good cats. Some had spent all day deciding which colour ribbon to wear.
Some cats had even painted their nails.
Then the cats all lined up and Santa inspected them. When he came to Cinderellie he looked at her.
“I have been watching you all evening,” he said. “I need a cat for a very important person and I think you are the nicest, kindest, friendliest cat here.”
Cinderellie was about to scream for joy when she realized that she had only 1 minute before the two hours were up. She couldn’t stay!
She ran out the door, her ribbon snagged on a nail and a piece of it fell to the ground. The reindeer left before she could reach them and she was forced to walk home. It started to rain, she fell into a muddy ditch and her beautiful fur was cinder-coloured again. Clairessa had been right.
The next day Cinderellie was sad because she missed her big chance to be adopted, but she thought she should be happy because for two hours she had had the most wonderful time of her life.
Cinderellie did not know what was happening in the town. Santa Claws was looking for the beautiful kitten that he had seen the night before- Cinderellie. No cat knew it was Cinderellie because she had looked so different. Santa travelled all over Clawsland with Cinderellie’s ribbon that she had dropped. Cinderellie still had a small piece of it that had remained entangled in her fur.
Santa was about to give up the search when Clairessa, the fairy catmother returned.
She found out what was happening, washed Cinderellie’s fur again and soon she was the gorgeous kitty of before. Clairessa told Santa where to find her and Cinderellie gave him the piece of ribbon to match her own.
On Christmas Eve Cinderellie rode in Santa’s cardboard box with him and the other cats who were to be adopted. She found a wonderful family and lived happily ever after.
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